If you missed yesterday’s post – the weekly roundup – you might have missed the picture of Stefan carrying the snake through the kitchen. The day after that happened, I got to wondering whether the Dropcam in the kitchen had captured the event. It did, so I present it here for you. The best parts are (1) Stefan walking through the kitchen carrying the snake with that wide, splay-legged walk, and (2) my scream at the end, the long silent moment where I was staring in disbelief, then yelling “FRED ANDERSON!” so Fred would come rescue me. I’ve probably watched it about 30 times, and I snicker every time.
The Fakers kittens are now gone, and this house is QUIET.
Bert Macklin (now Periwinkle) and Art Vandelay (now Patches) were adopted together. Kristin reported that they are doing great – it sounds like those boys made themselves at home immediately!
Susie and Princess Consuela were also adopted together, and will be renamed Emma Rose and Emily Rose (the Rose sisters) – no word yet on which girl gets which name. I haven’t heard yet how they’re doing, but Carole promised she’d let me know.
Ken Adams and Chanandler Bong are at Petsmart. I had hoped they’d be adopted on Saturday, but after an initial burst of busyness, Petsmart got quiet as everyone headed to the beach or off on vacation, I guess. They’re doing fine, though they seem pretty intent on nursing on each others’ abdomens A LOT, which understandably freaks out passersby. I mean, those kittens are not being the slightest bit subtle about it. There’s not really any way to stop it, aside from dipping them in Bitter Apple, and separating them would only make them nurse on their own abdomens.
I’m just hoping they grow out of it sooner rather than later. Not only is it freaky to see (for people who haven’t seen it before), but then they walk around with big patches of wet fur, and that’s kinda gross.
I know y’all want to know if Regina has seen them, and if there was a long, slow-motion music-filled moment where they ran into each others’ arms.
What happened, as reported by Teresa, is that Regina was DYING to get out with her kittens, she was looking sad and pressing her face against the bars of the cage. So Teresa let them out together – and Regina cornered Chanandler, and hissed and growled at both kittens. She got put back in her cage, and was much more relaxed, so I guess she just needed to smack the kids around a little.
I will, of course, report when they’re adopted!
These are the last of the Fakers pictures. I intend to put up a collage of each of the kittens and Regina, though whether that’ll happen this week or next, I don’t know yet. We’ll see!
In case you missed it on Facebook on Saturday or in yesterday’s post, we now have a trio of kittens. We’re babysitting them for Brittany – with Forgotten Felines – who is in Uganda for two weeks.
They are all right around 4 weeks old, and they’re unrelated to each other.
This is Bubble. Brittany got Bubble when she was 3 days old. She was found under a trailer, and was initially named Doublewide (which Fred thinks is a HILARIOUS name, not least because Bubble has a bit of a gut on her). Brittany bottle fed her, and Bubble was so desperate for friends that Brittany brought home…
Barnaby, aka Barnaby Mouse. He was (I think) turned into Huntsville Animal Services by someone who found him. Unfortunately, Barnaby was much smaller than Bubble and didn’t appreciate her rambunctious nature, so then…
Along came Squeek! She was part of a litter that came to Forgotten Felines with their mother. Squeek was the runt of the litter and wasn’t really getting enough nutrition from her mother, so Brittany made her Bubble’s friend, and the girls get along great – play, cuddle, fight. Like real sisters!
Barnaby would rather be with a person than with the girls, but he’ll occasionally lower himself to play with those girls.
They’re currently spending their nights in the bathtub in my bathroom, and their days in the playpen in my bedroom, with occasional play periods of running around my room (when I’m not carrying them around snuggling them, that is). They’re eating well on their own, use the litter box like champs, and enjoy snuggles and belly rubs. We are going to have fun with them ’til Brittany gets back!
2015: Louis, having a perturbed moment.
2014: Oh, this one. I just want to kiss him and kiss him, and he has no time for me.
2013: “This litter isn’t fresh like I like it. I bet this is left over. I prefer it fresh from the bag.”
2012: “SOMETHING TOUCHED MY TAIL. IS IT A MONSTER? IT’S A MONSTER, ISN’T IT? OH, I AM TOO SCARED TO LOOK! SAVE ME!”
2011: I don’t know what kitten tails taste like, but they must be really tasty given all the chewing that goes on.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Such a little lunatic.
2007: (I didn’t see it myself, but apparently it was quite the sight to behold.)
2006: No entry.
2005: They’re little playing machines.